Rose

We are all roses. Slowly opening, slowly becoming a more fuller version of the buds we once were.

I’ve been stuck on one row of petals for quite some time now, because unlike the perfect growth of an actual Rose, anxiety has kept me stuck.

But movement is shuffling up my stem, a petal beginning to curl. Because next year…it will be back to uni and work for me.

I’ll be studying Early Learning and will go on to become either a day care educator or a Kindergarten teacher and it feels…absolutely right.

Any job I do from now on requires the full use of my heart. For too long I skipped through life on the surface, not fully utilising the best parts of me: my joy, my love, my care.

Children speak my language, and I speak theirs.

And though this journey will be difficult at times, it will be rewarding.

A new era. A new life.

A new petal opening, and a rose ready to bloom.